Williams was outside the house, and stood in front of the bullseye. The sun had set and the night was slowly falling. Stars appeared in the sky one after the other and twinkled as they did. The Duke took out an arrow from the quiver and positioned it on the bow. He drew the nook on the string, moved the fetching on the grip and aimed for the bullseye. He shot the arrow and it landed on the black ring. He shook his head, disappointed that he didn't reach his aim-yellow ring.Thomas, who had been with him, observed his gestures. He knew that his master was a good archer and never missed his target. But that evening, he wasn't playing as he normally did."Your grace," He called him.Williams turned his side and flashed a glance at him. He diverted his eyes to the bullseye and shot the arrow he was holding. It landed on the white ring."I've observing your aim and I've to admit, you've been losing. Neither of the arrows you have shot has landed on either the red or yellow ring. "Are you
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